Waking up on a random train was not on Gordon's bingo card. Then again, nothing that had happened in the last... who knows how many hours, to his mind, could've been on anyone's bingo card.

As the sunlight forced his eyes open, he was startled by the sight and sound of a nearly barren train, in a barren, urban station in the middle of somewhere... notably not New Mexico, if he had to guess.

Despite his growing list of unanswered questions, he found himself leaving the train as soon as it stopped, almost on autopilot. Like he was just getting on the tram for his shift... god he hated the memories that thought brought back.

Weaving his way through the station, he slows to a stop as he notices and obvious security checkpoint up ahead. He silently curses inside his head—he didn't know where he was, he certainly didn't know what he needed for this.

His growing confusion and anxiety were not lessened when he noticed the actual security at the station—strange tech, and even stranger guards. Just where—or when?—was he...?

He didn't get long to ponder as he followed the line, already too far to turn back, and stuck only marching forward as his turn to be judged grew ever closer...